Lena couldn't let it go.
Damian's reaction had only confirmed what she already suspected—this wasn't just a random trespasser. The figure outside the Blackwood estate meant something to him, and instead of explaining, he was trying to keep her in the dark.
That wasn't going to work.
If she was going to survive in this world, she needed to know what she was up against.
Pulling on a coat, she grabbed her phone and left her suite. She moved quickly through the quiet halls of the mansion, careful to avoid the staff. The security office was her first stop, but she knew they'd already reported to Damian. No, if she wanted answers, she had to go somewhere else.
She needed to talk to someone who wasn't under Damian's control.
And she knew exactly who that was.
Ethan Calloway leaned back in his chair, watching her with a knowing smirk. "Didn't take you long to start digging, Mrs. Blackwood."
Lena ignored the way his voice curled around the title, as if it were something fragile. "I need information."
Ethan's office was sleek, modern—far less intimidating than Damian's, but something about the man sitting across from her made her uneasy. He was powerful in a different way. Charismatic, cunning.
And he enjoyed pushing Damian's buttons.
Ethan steepled his fingers. "Let me guess. You saw something you weren't supposed to, asked Damian about it, and he shut you out."
Lena's pulse quickened. "So, you do know something."
He laughed. "Sweetheart, I know everything."
She narrowed her eyes. "Then tell me."
Ethan tilted his head, considering her. "You're braver than I thought. Most people don't question Damian. Fewer still go looking for answers behind his back."
"I'm not most people."
"No, you're not." His gaze darkened, something almost admiring flickering beneath the amusement. "That's why this is going to be fun."
Lena exhaled sharply. "Ethan."
He held up his hands. "Alright, alright. You want the truth? Here it is—Damian has enemies. Real ones. And if someone was lurking outside his estate, it wasn't by accident."
A chill ran down Lena's spine. "Who?"
Ethan leaned forward. "That's the part he doesn't want you to know."
Lena's throat tightened. "Is he in danger?"
Ethan studied her for a moment, then chuckled softly. "Worried about your husband already?"
She didn't answer.
Because, for the first time, she realized she was.
Ethan leaned back again, shaking his head. "You really don't know what you've married into, do you?"
Lena swallowed. "Then tell me."
He sighed, as if debating whether to continue. Then, finally, he said, "Damian Blackwood isn't just a billionaire. He's a man with power. And when you have power, you make enemies."
Lena held her breath.
Ethan's expression turned serious. "If I were you, I'd stop asking questions before you get caught in something you can't escape."
But it was too late for that.
She was already in the middle of it.
And now, there was no turning back.